James Holmes: Secret Agents

The Demon Gang

James was afraid. Ever since yesterday Bryce and his gang of thugs had found it amusing to wait outside some poor oaf's house and then as he came out they would throttle him on the head with a cosh! And just Jame's luck, today was his turn, although he had no clue. Bryce was a bully, but what he didn't know was that most of his gang members had actually escaped from life sentences in juvenille prison. One of the members, Gothic, was sent to prison for vandilism, he made a sleek silver Porsche look like a steaming cowpat. Another member, Khwebu, a South African, broke window at the queens palace with a soccer ball. Rodney wasn't much good either, he robbed a begger and got drunk while joy-riding. And James was NOT happy to see them first thing on a Monday morning, if anything James didn't want to see them anymorning. He got dressed and had breakfast, he lived with his aunt and a house keeper from France. He was ready to go to school. "Bye James, see you later!" his aunt waved. "Bye aunt Coroline." James opened the door, and poof, lights out.

One eye opened, staring at a cloudy sky. Where am I? What happened? He stood and looked around, he was in an alley and was surrounded by black garbage bags. It was drizzling and he was shivering, the sky was dull and grey as usual in England.
His head was throbbing, he had no clue why. "Oh drat!" he exclaimed. "I don't even know where the cod I am." He heard a feint cry down the alley. Who was that!? He ran in the direction of the sound. There was a thud and another cry. James stopped in his tracks. He saw before him, two men and a lady looking down on a frightened British man, next to him were two knocked out men spread on the ground. The lady held a gun at the frightened man's head. "We made a deal." she said  calmly. The one man beside the woman was Mexican, he held a club in his hand, the other man was Hawain or something like that, he was shirtless and had  shark, octopus, crab and panther tatoos on him. "I told you already, I cancelled the bloody deal." said the British man. The lady had jet black hair that reached her waist, she had an eye patch and wore a tight full body black suit. She was Middle-Eastern.
She rolled her eyes at the Brit and fired. James gasped in horror. The man fell down. The woman gestured for her two men to tie up the two ko-ed men. They did what she asked and then put the tied up men in the garbage compactor. "What we gonna do now boss?" asked the skinny Mexican with the club. He had an American acsent. "We find Dax and then go back to camp with the message." said the woman, she spoke with a British accent. "Jel jabbes draop lib." mumbled the Huaiwan. It was a language James was not familiar with. James turned to leave when the Mexican saw him. "Who the darn cod are you!?" he shouted. The lady spun around and shot. The bullet grazed James's arm and he fell in pain. The Huaiwan ran at James and picked him up, then chucked him at the wall of the alley. "D'ya take steroids by any chance?" asked James sarcasticly as he slid to the floor. The Huaiwan walked towards James on the floor. The man was tall and very buff. He was like Goliath. "No Jason." said the woman. Jason stopped and walked backwards. "Who might you be?" she asked pointing the gun at James. What should I do. Thought James. "Speak or I will shoot." she said. "Yeah, speak!" repeated the Mexican. "I dont need you to repeat everything I say Karl." said the woman irratably. "Sorry boss." said Karl.
"Let'sss kif himmmmm." said Jason. English was definately not his first language. He was probably trying to say "Let's kill him."  but he put enphisis on the last letter and couldnt pronounce an "L". Thought James. "Talk." said the woman. "Why should I?" asked James. "Because if you dont I will kill you."

Pronounciation:Khwebu (pronounced K-where-boo)